Belle Adams' Butler
Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
Lake of Bones- Part 2
Though Belle didn't know the duchess, she felt sad for her. Barron had told her that many years had passed and even though it did, the pain of her own father killing the girl still reflected on Ophelia's face. She looked down to see Barron who didn't speak a word and neither did the girl.
"I don't feel bad about it," said Ophelia which was a lie, "I only wished I had time to say my goodbyes," she smiled before her eyes fell on Belle, "Who are you?"
"I am Belle Adams," introduced Belle with a bow and the lady bowed her head who looked possibly younger than Belle. Somewhere at a distance, everyone heard a wolf-howl that echoed in the forest that was attached to the lake of bones.
"I am happy to see you," Ophelia's words were directed to Barron.